I^'S 3501 
.R525 

:5 

1921 
Copy 1 



[N HIS 
_ERVICE 



By 

Leonora Arent, Ph.D. 



IN HIS 
SERVICE 



By 

Leonora Arent, Ph. D. 



:}<^ \Op.eC^ ,3 =^ ■ j'^'^*^^^ 



<->' 






Copyright, 1921 

by 
Leonora Arent 



OCT -7 '2 i 



g)ClA6247a3 



To the little sister who went 
out into eternity this book is af- 
fectionately dedicated. 



IN HIS SERVICE 

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIItllllllllllllllllllltllllllllUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIinillllllllllllllllllirillMIIIIIIIIIII.'IIMIIMIIIMII 



TO LILLIE 

With vivid clearness have I seen your face 

Each passing year ; 
Eternity with all its boundless space 

Has kept you near; 
T send this message from my earth-bound place 
Of smile and tear : 
For all the times you thought for me, 
For all the good you sought for me, 
For all the love you brought for me, — 
God bless you, dear. • 

When I have passed through death's deep mystery 

You will appear ; 
But in that greater gift of God to me, 

Your love more clear, 
I shall remember through eternity 
Your sweetness here. 
For memories you sent with me. 
For sunny ways you went with me. 
For joyous days you spent with me, — 
God bless you, dear. 



Page Three 



IN HIS SERVICK 

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIMIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIIIMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIItllllllllllllllll 



A PRAYER 

The mornins-V)reak ! 
My poor life take : 
And make it vital, for Clirist's sake. 
Protect my soul from sin's decay and fill it with yonr grace, 

I pray : 
Direct my feet upon the way where I am needinl most today. 
Make keen my mind to meet the need which each day's 

tangled factors breed ; 
Uplift my hands with hands that plead, attnne my heart to 
hearts that bleed. 
To find the woe poor stumblers know and point them to 

Gethsemane. 
yo hear the cry of those who die and tell them of yonr 
Calvary.— 

Lord, this T pray 
At break of day. 

The noon-day flame I 
My weak life claim ; 
And give it vigor, in Christ's name. 
The still, white faces of the dead, the mourning lives nncom- 

forted. 
Bruised hearts that all too long have bled, sick souls from 

which all hope has fled. 
The challenge of the l)attle cry. the ringing courage of reply. 
The willingness to live or die if only yon yourself are nigh. — 
These meet my way the livelong day. Give grace that 1 

may meet aright. 
The heat and stress and deep distress — give strength to 
bear until the night. 

Lord, hear my prayer 
At noon-tide glare. 

Night's peacefu^ness ! 
My frail life bless: 
Give slumber, in Christ's tenderness. 
My failures of the day you see.— small faith, weak hope, faint 

charity ; 
May those I faiVd held blameless be and consequences fail 

on me. 
But, if in pity you think best, grant me tonight a dreamless 

rest ; 
I would forget the woes that pressed, perplexities, wrongs 
unredressed. 
Let night's deep spell your power tell, the white moonliglit 

your glory gleam : 
But, spent and weak, your love I seek. Give sleep to me 
without a dream. 

Lord, hear my call 
As night-shades fall. 



P.Tffe Four 



IN HIS SERVICE 

IIIIIIIMIHIirilllllllllllllllllllllinilllllMIIIIIMIIIIIIillllllll Illlllll llllllllltlllllllllllltllllllllltlllllMIMIIMHIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIII 



NIGHT 

Night of the sobbing, throbbing wind 

Strains with its burden of quivering tones, 
Agonized pleading and shivering moans, — 

All the heart break of a world that has sinned. 
Suffering souls in a night of tears, 
The God of the night wind hears. 

Night of star-beaming, gleaming flame 

Thrills with its praise of Christ's glorious 

might, 
Marvelous love and victorious fight, — 

All his great thoughts for a world in his name. 
Worshipping souls in a night of prayers, 
The God of the star flame cares. 



Page Five 



JN HIS SERVICE 

"JinMiiiiiiiriiiiiiMitiMiiMiitrii iiiiiiniii iiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiujiiniiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiii nun i 



MOMENTS 

Moment of living, the gift of eternity, 

Life throb vouchsafed by the infinite heart. 
Drop of time's torrent all swift on its way to sea, 
Welcome I give you through pleasure or 
smart. 

Your coming brought breath, 
Your going draws death, 
And death will bring life in which time has no 
part. 

Moment of leaving, the flight to eternity. 

Death pang allowed in the infinite sight. 
Onrush of weariness mighty in mystery, 

Welcome awaits you by day or by night. 
What though in your dark 
Must flicker life's spark ? 
Your darkness but leads to his luminous light. 



Page Six 



IN HIS SERVICE 

iiiiMiMiiniiiMiiiiMniniiinMiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuitimitiiiiiiimimiiiumiHUHit 



OMNIPRESENCE 

Death in his right of way journeys near ; 
Ravaging agony works his will ; 
Pulsing of pain and of fever thrill 
Torture the sufferer we hold dear. 

But close by the death bed death's Conqueror 

stands. 
see the pierced side and the nail wounded 
hands ! 
Why do we weep ? 
Christ is but putting our loved one to sleep. 

Sorrows of other hearts grieve our own ; 

Nerve racking vigilance drains our strength ; 
Endlessly stretches the hard day's length ; 
Under the pressure of cares we moan. 

Then swiftly the Bearer of burdens appears. 
infinite pity dispelling our fears ! 

Why ever sad ? 
All the long day this great help may be had. 

Joyousness permeates shade and light ; 
Obstacles vanish and hardships fall ; 
Victories gather and triumphs call ; 
Fears do not hinder nor woes affright. 

And always the glorious Guide clears the way. 
radiant leadership blessing the day ! 

Why must day end ? 
Merciful Comrade, compassionate Friend. 



PafiTf^ I^ovon 



